Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
Kayak,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.